Chapter 46 - Fighting a Qi Grandmaster

Chapter 46 - Fighting a Qi Grandmaster

“I waited a long time for this, you little beast. You deserve to die for killing my son! Tell me, how do you want to die?” Sun Wenshan’s gaze was as sharp as a blade. If it could materialize, it would have cut Chen Fan into a million pieces.

Wenshan's killing intent was cold as ice and had trapped Chen Fan. He gasped like a fish out of water, feeling like he was about to die from suffocation.

Chen Fan’s pupils shrank, now looking like beads. Sun Wenshan being here was undoubtedly terrible news, especially considering the deep grudge he held against Chen Fan.

Whoosh!

Chen Fan's cultivation suddenly erupted with immense force.

Primeval energy surged through his meridians like the mighty Yangtze River, resonating with the heavens and earth. Chen Fan used his Ghostly Shadow Steps to their fullest extent, transforming into a phantom and vanishing from the spot.

He fled.

Chen Fan had decided to swiftly turn around and just flee.

And this decision required no contemplation.

He knew he was strong, but he wasn’t even strong enough to defeat someone at the eighth level, let alone a Qi Grandmaster.

Only fools would stay and waste time engaging in futile conversation in situations like this.

“He ran away?!”

Sun Wenshan exclaimed as he watched Chen Fan disappear, leaving behind nothing but a cloud of dust. He was momentarily stunned; soon, his face twisted into a sneer.

He had come here with the sole purpose of intercepting and killing Chen Fan. If he let Chen Fan escape, wouldn’t it all become pointless? It would be better to end his own life here than let that happen.

Swish!

Primeval qi shot out from Sun Wenshan's head, looking like a beam that soared into the sky and pierced through the clouds.

He leaped into the air like a mythical roc, traversing the sky. Within moments, he spotted Chen Fan ahead, desperately fleeing for his life.

Qi Grandmasters couldn’t stay airborne for extended periods, but they could run in the air for a short time, gliding like a bird.

Chen Fan, in the midst of his escape, felt as if a hungry wolf was hunting him.

The intense gaze came from above, drawing closer with each passing moment. He could intuitively tell the gaze belonged to Sun Wenshan.

Despite the dire circumstances, Chen Fan remained remarkably composed. His mind raced, processing countless calculations instantly, searching for a means of escape.

Lightning arcs through the air like a silver snake lunging out. That was sword qi—Electric sword qi.

Thunderclap Sword!

“An ant trying to shake a tree? You are overestimating yourself!”

Sun Wenshan curled his lip when he saw Chen Fan taking the initiative to attack instead of trying to run away.

With a wave of his palm, Sun Wenshan unleashed a surge of primeval qi that unfolded like silk, shattering Chen Fan's Thunderclap Sword.

“The game of cat and mouse is over. I shall now send you on your way. Repent in Hell!”

Sun Wenshan's gaze turned fierce as a wave of terrifying killing intent emanated from him. Violent winds swirled around, forming an invisible force field saturated with killing intent.

He punched, its force akin to a savage dragon, roaring with ferocity.

Everything in its path crumbled instantly, accompanied by crackling sounds of the air exploding. Within moments, the punch arrived before Chen Fan.

Chen Fan felt as if the grim reaper himself was staring at him.

Akin to a demonic python from hell, the punch tried to send him to the deepest levels of hell. He momentarily froze, thinking that it was impossible to block this attack.

“Haah!”

However, Chen Fan roared like a lion, and his primeval qi erupted violently. His primeval qi seemed boundless, like a lake, way more than what any other sixth-level martial artist had.

“What robust primeval qi. No wonder you dare to challenge those of higher cultivation levels!” Sun Wenshan couldn't help but exclaim as he observed the surging primeval qi emanating from Chen Fan, narrowing his eyes.

The primeval qi converged on Chen Fan's sword, creating sword light that burst forth, with electricity coiling around it.

With a powerful swing of his arm, an incredibly radiant Thunderclap Sword shot out, colliding with Sun Wenshan's terrifying punch.

Even so, the punch tore through Chen Fan’s attack like a hot knife through butter.

Subsequently, the punch collided with Chen Fan's precious sword, resulting in a snapping sound as the finely crafted iron sword shattered into several pieces.

The momentum of the punch remained undiminished, quickly penetrating Chen Fan’s primeval qi defense.

Chen Fan felt as if a mountain had struck him; he felt like he was about to split into atoms. His organs wanted to jump out of him, and he felt incredibly weak. He flew back from the impact and crashed into a boulder.

“Augh ueek”

Chen Fan convulsed a few times. Large mouthfuls of fresh blood bubbled out from his mouth and nose. He almost vomited his organs.

He had failed even to block a single punch. All his attacks and defenses were like paper, instantly crumbling and resulting in severe injuries.

Finally, Chen Fan realized the terrifying might of a Qi Grandmaster. Comparing them was like comparing an ant to an elephant—they weren’t even part of the same world.